*deep breath*

[clo_again]

... Yeah.

EDIT: Going to bed. Sick to death of modernism, though I finally feel I understand it, a little bit. Been through all of R's notes and some of mine... I really should write up my lecture notes but considering my writing is getting more illegible with every line... not to mention on the last page of notes, the margin is filled with the opening stanzas of all my favourite poems, which suggests to me (a) the notes themselves will be fairly useless and (b) I was *very* bored during that lecture. Not to mention a little desperate, since after I ran out of the Blake and the Baudelaire and Carroll, I scribbled 'The owl and the pussycat went to sea, in their beautiful pea green boat...'

Did I mention that I get bored in lectures? I really do.

So, bed. And then up early to move on to revisinglearning Paradise Lost. Exams suck. *sighs*

I don't think even the prospect of going to Wimbledon will stop me being cranky until all this is over next Wednesday. >_<

Night.